Jamie wondered how her friend Eve from the grocery store was going. Her pregnancy had to be well advanced by now, and she also wondered how Eve was finding married life with Tommy. Jamie still remembered with horror how he had propositioned her on his wedding day. Unfortunately, she didn't know where Eva lived now that she was married. After thinking about it she decided to go to the grocery store. Surely one of the other assistants could put her in touch with Eva. There was a chance that she would come face to face with Fred Green the owner. Once upon a time, this would have been really scary, but now she realised that she didn't care, even if he recognised her which was unlikely.

The next time she went to visit her mother, she called in at the grocery store. Fred Green was nowhere to be seen, but there was a young woman assistant that she'd never seen before, so she decided to ask her if she knew how Jamie could contact Eve.

“You can ask her yourself in a minute, she's just having a tea break,” said the young woman.

That surprised Jamie, who assumed that by now Eve would be on maternity leave or had left, but there were more surprises to come. For a second she didn't recognise the young woman who came through the door. Heavily pregnant, she looked dog-tired and her hair of which she had always been proud, now hung listlessly around her face. For a second, she didn't recognise the glamorous young woman standing in front of her and then her face broke into the ghost of a smile.

“Jamie! It's so good to see you, how are you?”

“I'm fine Eve, but how are you? I wanted to contact you but I had no idea you were still working.”

As Eve came closer, Jamie could tell, even through the makeup that Eve had a black eye. Things were worse than she thought. Eve touched her face self-consciously, aware of how she looked. Jamie decided to say nothing as Eve would probably give the old excuse of 'walking into a door' which obviously wasn't the case.

“I have to work as long as I can, we need the money,” said Eve.

“Isn't Tommy working?” asked Jamie.

“Oh yes, he's still driving buses, but....” she left the sentence unfinished but Jamie knew where it was going. No doubt a sizeable proportion of Tommy's income was going on booze, gambling and maybe, who knew, other women?

“I can't talk to you here,” said Jamie. “I'm just going to visit Mum. Can I see you for a cup of tea when you finish work?”

“I'd like that. I finish at five and Tommy will be late home, he always is, so we could meet up for a chat at the café where we met last time.”

As Jamie was leaving the shop, she passed Fred Green coming in. He glanced curiously at her and said to Eve “Who was that?”

“Oh, no-one you know,” said Eve, and in a way she was right.

At her Mum's, Jamie told her about the brief meeting with Eve.

“I'm worried about her Mum. She should have stopped work by now and she's got a black eye. I didn't like her husband from the time he propositioned me at their wedding. I think he's blowing most of the money he earns on betting and booze, so she still has to work. I feel guilty in a way; I know it's not really my fault but if I hadn't left the shop, they never would have employed him and Eve might have met someone really nice.”

“Darling, it's not your fault,” said her Mum. “I really don't know what you can do about it since she's married now.”

“I can give her some money, I bet he doesn't allow her enough to prepare for the baby.”

“You're a good girl, Jamie. Do what you want, but be careful, and tell Eve to be careful too if you give her money. If Tommy gets wind of it, he'll be after it.”

“I'll be careful Mum,” Jamie promised.

She was waiting at the café when Eve arrived and sat down.

“What can I get you?” asked Jamie.

“Just a cup of tea, please. It's just nice to get the weight off my feet.”

“Are you sure? Perhaps you'd like a cake? I'm going to have one,” said Jamie, so Eve agreed.
Jamie wasn't really hungry, but she thought Eve looked like she could do with something to eat.

When Jamie saw how Eve wolfed the cake down, she realised that the poor girl was starving. This was not good, for her nor the baby.

“Excuse me asking, but when will you stop work?” asked Jamie.

“Well, I'm eight months now, so in the next week or two, but I told you, we need the money.”

“I'd like to help out if you'll let me,” said Jamie. She felt awkward, and Eve could see that, so she smiled and said “Jamie, you are so kind. Yes, I'll let you help for the sake of the baby.”

Jamie opened her handbag and took out an envelope. It contained fifty pounds, but she didn't want Eve to know or she might refuse it.

“It's in small notes and I know you will know how to keep it hidden. Women are smarter than men, we have to be.”

There were tears in Eve's eyes. “Oh Jamie, I've been such a fool, but all that matters now is the baby. I'll manage somehow.”

“Eve, it may not come to this and I really hope it doesn't, but if you ever need somewhere to stay, my phone number is on the envelope. Please don't hesitate to give me a call, I really mean it, o.k.?”

By now, Eve was openly weeping, although she did her best to dab the tears away. “Jamie, you are so kind,” she whispered. “But tell me about yourself, are you still at the same club?”

Jamie managed a brief laugh. “No, I left there some months back. I'm the singer with the house band at the 'Blue Note Jazz Club now, and I love it.”

“Good for you,” said Eve. “I don't imagine anyone there knows about your past? You look so amazing. I'm so glad things worked out so well for you.”

Jamie smiled. “Thank you, Eve. We must stay in touch. Please give me a call even if it's just for a chat. I work most evenings, of course, so apart from rehearsals, I have most of the day off. I'm always up by ten, but ring me any time.”

It was about a month later that Jamie received a phone call from her Mum.

“I was going shopping and I saw Eve. She's had a sweet little boy and she asked me to pass on her best wishes to you and thank you for your help. I'm guessing you gave her some money?”

“Yes I did, Mum. I could tell she really needed it. I just hope Tommy didn't get his hands on it.”

“I'm sure she was careful not to let him know she had it. She called the baby James by the way.”

“That's a nice name,” said Jamie

“Yes, I'm wondering where she got it from,” said her Mum in a deadpan manner.

A few weeks later, Jamie took up Michaela's invitation to visit her flat, which was on the ground floor of a block of six units. She wore a pretty flowered dress as it was a warm day, with stockings and heels as she always did. She didn't know if they would be having sex, but she prepared, just in case.

When Michaela opened the door, she looked stunning. She was wearing a beautiful frock with a slightly flared skirt. Those were the days when women still wore very feminine clothes. She wore stockings, and Jamie had no doubt that they were genuine stockings held up by suspenders, also four-inch heel court shoes. To complete the ensemble, she wore a pretty pinafore, and looked the complete 'fifties housewife'.

The moment Jamie was inside the flat and the door closed she took Michaela in her arms and kissed her on the lips. “Darling, you look amazing,” she said as she held Michaela at arm's length.

“Really? I've been slaving over a hot stove all morning making us lunch,” said Michaela with a giggle and blush, “I thought I looked terrible, all hot and bothered.”

“Not at all. You look wonderfully feminine. Did you want to start with lunch?”

Michaela laughed. “I'm starving but I'd rather eat you first.” She couldn't help blushing as she said it.

“In that case, you'd better show me where the bedroom is,” said Jamie with a grin. She was already feeling a stirring in her groin area.

“Well, I've just turned the stove off so lunch won't burn, and the bedroom is through here,” said Michaela, taking Jamie by the hand and leading her there.

They kissed again and both could feel the other getting aroused. Michaela unzipped Jamie's dress and she slid it down and stepped out of it. Then Jamie did the same for Michaela, and as she suspected, Michaela was wearing a stiffened petticoat under her dress to give it a slightly flared shape. She stepped out of her dress and petticoat, laying them over the back of a chair, next to Jamie's dress. Both stood there for a moment in their full slips with lavish French lace trimming on the bust and hem, then they were in each other's arms once more, their lips pressed together and opening as their tongues sought and found the others.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, they ran their hands up and down each other's silk-clad bodies, feeling their mutually growing arousal. When they finally broke apart for some air, Michaela said “Darling, would you like to lie on the bed?”

The room contained a double bed with a pretty floral duvet cover. Standing on either side of the bed, their hearts already pounding, they quickly folded up the cover and duvet and placed them on another chair, leaving just sheets on the bed. Jamie lay on her back on the bed, pulling the hem of her slip up to her waist and exposing her panties, suspender belt, and stockings. Her panties were already tented by her erection which had created a damp spot, and she lifted her thighs off the bed so that Michaela could ease down her panties which she wore over the straps of her suspender belt for easy removal without having to unclip her stockings.

In femme mode, it was common for the girls to refer to their organ as a 'clitty' or clitoris, not that any cis-woman ever has one so large, and so it was that Michaela now said “Darling, your clitty is so ready!. I want to kiss her.” Without further ado, she bent over the bed and began to lick and suck Jamie who was already leaking clear fluid from the tip of her organ. Michaela eagerly licked it up, murmuring “Mmmmm, it's delicious.”

Jamie loved the feel of the warm wet tongue on her and her clitty quivered at every touch of Michaela's tongue. It was positively rigid and a red to purple colour as blood-filled arteries blew it up like a balloon. Michaela continued to lick and suck as she gently massaged Jamie's testicles. When she was finally convinced that the organ couldn't get any stiffer or longer, she quickly pulled up her own slip and slipped off her panties. Then she straddled Jamie's thighs and guiding herself to the right position, she very slowly lowered herself onto the tip of Jamie's clit, letting it stretch her sphincter muscle and penetrate her. Deeper and deeper Jamie sank inside Michaela, as she lowered herself still further until there was nowhere more for Jamie to go.

Now totally impaled on Jamie, Michaela began to slowly move up and down as Jamie grasped her milky-white thighs. They both began to moan as the pleasure of their intercourse began to increase. There was no rush, so they took their time, Jamie enjoying the feeling of her erection inside Michaela's velvety tunnel, and Michaela loving the feel of being filled and the stimulation the tip of Jamie's clit was doing to her prostate. For the first time, she was glad she wasn't a biological woman without a prostate to stimulate, and relying on a man to stimulate her clitoris if he knew how.

As their movements gradually increased in speed, their moans of pleasure became louder. Michaela gripped Jamie tightly inside her and Jamie felt her orgasm starting to build as Michaela's sphincter closed more tightly around her erection. Both had their eyes closed, their minds totally focussed on the sensations which seemed to spread from the source through their entire bodies, making all their nerve-endings tingle like electric shocks. Jamie knew that despite her many experiences of sex, she had never felt anything as intense as this before. Michaela's experience was a lot less but she too knew that the intensity of her feelings was greater than anything she had felt.

Jamie's thrusts were increasing in speed and intensity and Michaela matched her by gripping her tightly Their moans of pleasure were increasing in volume but they no longer cared if those living in the neighbouring flats could hear them, although most were at work. There comes a time in sexual intercourse when the body takes over and the mind is no longer in control. Both Jamie and Michaela had reached this point and there was no turning back. Both lovers cried out in that agony of ecstasy which is beyond description as Michaela ejaculated her semen all over Jamie's bare stomach. At the same moment, Jamie's body began to shudder and shake as, with one final thrust she filled Michaela with jet upon jet of her spend.

“Oh Jamie, I love you, I love you!” cried out Michaela and then instantly she put her hands over her mouth. “Oh no! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it! I toldwe did just now was different. We were making love and what we did was to give pleasure to each other and in doing so we were repaid ten times over. Do you understand the difference?”

Michaela slowly nodded her head. “It was wonderful. I haven't had much experience but it was definitely the best I've ever had.”

Jamie smiled. “I can't pretend I haven't had a lot of experience and for me, that was definitely the best I've ever had.”

By now she had softened and slipped out of Michaela.

“Why don't we have a shower and then eat that delicious meal you've cooked?” said Jamie.

They slipped out of bed, carefully removing their clothes to avoid the semen which Michaela had sprayed all over Jamie's stomach and smeared on her own when they embraced.

“We could save water by sharing the shower,” said Jamie. In fact, there was probably no water saved because as they stood in the shower, soaping every inch of each other's bodies and then kissing deeply again, they took twice as long as if each had taken an individual shower.

As they dressed Michaela said, “I do love your breasts; they look and feel so real.”

Jamie explained that she had bought them second-hand from one of the girls at Lewy's who had decided to have surgical augmentation of her breasts.

“It felt really strange, having the weight on my chest when I first wore them like they were pulling me forward to topple over. Wearing heels made it even harder to stay upright. Now when I take them off, as I must from time to time to let the skin underneath breathe, it feels really strange the other way, like I want to fall backwards.”

Picking up on Michaela's remark, she said: “Have you ever felt a woman's breasts?”

To be continued.

Next time: More about Michaela